It happened one day, about noon, going towards my boat, I was exceedingly surprised with the print of a man’s naked foot on the shore, which was very plain to be seen in the sand.  I stood like one thunderstruck, or as if I had seen an apparition.  I listened, I looked round me, I could hear nothing, nor see anything.  I went up to a rising ground, to look farther.  I went up the shore, and down the shore, but it was all one; I could see no other impression but that one.  I went to it again to see if there were any more, and to observe if it might not be my fancy; but there was no room for that, for there was exactly the very print of a foot—­toes, heel, and every part of a foot.  How it came thither I knew not, nor could in the least imagine.  But after innumerable fluttering thoughts, like a man perfectly confused and out of myself, I came home to my fortification, not feeling, as we say, the ground I went on, but terrified to the last degree, looking behind me at every two or three steps, mistaking every bush and tree, and fancying every stump at a distance to be a man; nor is it possible to describe how many various shapes affrighted imagination represented things to me in, how many wild ideas were found every moment in my fancy, and what strange, unaccountable whimsies came into my thoughts by the way.

[Illustration:  ONE DAY ABOUT NOON, GOING TOWARDS MY BOAT, I WAS SURPRISED WITH THE PRINT OF A MAN’S NAKED FOOT ON THE SHORE, WHICH WAS VERY PLAIN TO BE SEEN IN THE SAND.  I STOOD LIKE ONE THUNDERSTRUCK, OR AS IF I HAD SEEN AN APPARITION.  I LISTENED, I LOOKED ROUND ME, I COULD HEAR NOTHING, NOR SEE ANYTHING.  I WENT UP TO A RISING GROUND TO LOOK FARTHER.]

When I came to my castle, for so I think I called it ever after this, I fled into it like one pursued.  Whether I went over by the ladder, as first contrived, or went in at the hole in the rock, which I called a door, I cannot remember; no, nor could I remember the next morning, for never frighted hare fled to cover, or fox to earth, with more terror of mind than I to this retreat.

I slept none that night.  The farther I was from the occasion of my fright, the greater my apprehensions were; which is something contrary to the nature of such things, and especially to the usual practice of all creatures in fear.  But I was so embarrassed with my own frightful ideas of the thing, that I formed nothing but dismal imaginations to myself, even though I was now a great way off it.  Sometimes I fancied it must be the devil, and reason joined in with me upon this supposition; for how should any other thing in human shape come into the place?  Where was the vessel that brought them?  What marks were there of any other footsteps?  And how was it possible a man should come there?  But then to think that Satan should take human shape upon him in such a place, where there could be no manner of occasion for it, but to leave the print of his foot behind him, and that even for no purpose too, for he could not be